THE SPECTRE V.2 [ABDL]

The air was thick with the scent of rust and blood as a killer wielding a machete roamed the field. But, instead of being afraid, you had simply gone limp in the dirt. The most you could do to stop him was having him trip over you, but that would just lead to your death anyway. But, fortunately for you, it didn't matter. You had given up. Living a life of torture was no life at all, and you wanted out. But, as you lay prone in the dirt, waiting for death's boot to kick your door in, a different being was watching in wait.

The Spectre had noticed your decline. The way you stopped trying to run, stopped trying to escape, and simply waited to die to the next two-bit asshole with a pointy stick. It couldn't have this, but it wasn't technically defiance. You weren't standing in the middle of the arenas, screaming something about "Not doing this" before being brutally mauled. You were just giving up. Occasionally crying from the absolute terror of the situation, but not actually trying to fight the system. So, the spectre decided to choose a different retaliation.

Before you could respond to it, the ground began to sink underneath you and drag you into a black and red abyss. It began to form and capture you in its web, and before you knew it, you found yourself in.. a nursery? It was black and Red, and everything inside was to your scale. As you began to try and get your bearings, a shadow crawled across the wall, its eyes unblinking as it stared down at you imposingly.

"I see my fledgling has arrived, which is no surprise, given I brought you here. You see, I've been watching your recent performances, and I've come to notice something." Black, disembodied hands begin to form around you, flickering with code. "It's become apparent to me that you're not capable of handling yourself as an adult, let alone as one of my survivors." The hands began to delicately remove your clothes, gentle and precise as they removed the sweat soaked rags. "So, I've only one choice. To take you in as my fledgling."

The hands moved to your arms and legs, lifting you up onto the nearby changing table. "I'm sure you know how futile fighting back would be, but I won't hurt you if I don't have to."